Musing Mama K

Because I've always had four weeks of class AFTER the AP exam, my go-to unit has been a will-bending, spirit-breaking voyage through ...

I was sitting outside the principal's office. Again . Except this time I was 30, not 17. I had been summoned during my planning per...

If you have too much on your plate, slide the peas over a little for the second installment of Ten Minutes a Day, a list of strategies for r...

My father was a high school math teacher, and I was a math phobic. From seventh to twelfth grades, we sat together at our dining room tab...

It was an experiment. My third year teaching, I gave up working at home for Lent. I had no second job and no husband or kids to come home ...

I have finished roughly half the books I have started in my lifetime. Don't judge me. If I had to read one for school, I read it. Ho...

1991. It was the wild west, and I was a twenty-three-year-old gunslinger at Dudley High School in Greensboro, North Carolina. We had state...

It was a knock-down, drag-out fight, and it lasted for months . We wrestled. We argued. The issue? To Kill a Mockingbird . Teachers...

Here's how the conversation goes: Me: I don't have your essay, Trevor (Insert name of any disengaged male student) Trevor: I...

They are coming. You are about to put into practice what you learned about instructional strategies, Bloom's taxonomy, and wait time f...